In a certain place in the snowy mountain range, a small hole was torn in the heavy darkness by the light of torches.
Tianhai Zhanyi stared at Zhu Ye, his complexion abnormally nasty. Angry and ashamed to the extreme, he asked, "We're just leaving like this?"
Zhu Ye impassively replied, "In the Myriad Willows Garden on that day, just who was it that said that person was in the south?"
Tianhai Zhanyi shut up.
On that day, he had been relaying the words of the Prince of Xiang. The words of this powerful and lofty imperial prince represented the thoughts of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Imperial Court had always believed that Chen Changsheng was hiding in the south—if not in Holy Maiden Peak then in Scholartree Manor. Nobody had anticipated that he was in this mountain range, and that he was also the master of the Cinnabar Pill…
Ning Shiwei turned to Zhu Ye, his gaze relaying a silent question.
"There are too many people."
